Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.